The earth trembled beneath the mighty force that erupted from the Bailong Mountain range. A deep, resonating rumble filled the air, as though the very bones of the earth had been shaken by a quake of unprecedented magnitude, rattling the land as if a storm had risen from the heavens themselves.
Atop one of the smaller peaks, a colossal rift opened, its edges crackling with wild, dark energy. From within, a surge of malice and bloodlust seeped into the world, a presence so savage that the winds themselves seemed to recoil in fear.
The members of the Special Affairs Bureau, including their leader, Qin Changqing, had long been anticipating such an event. They had scoured the Bailong Mountain Range for any signs of spatial disturbances, but the speed with which this rift materialized caught them off guard.
"Leader! The space tunnel has opened!" one of the agents shouted, his voice shaking.
"Damn it!" Qin Changqing's face turned ashen. "It was supposed to take days, not hours! How could it open so quickly?"
Another agent cursed under his breath, his brow furrowing. "If these alien creatures pour through, it will be a catastrophe for the entire closed city. We'll suffer countless casualties."
Qin Changqing clenched his fists in frustration, his eyes hardening with resolve. "Immediately alert the army. We cannot let them breach this world. We cannot let them unleash their wrath upon the city."
A moment later, the worst fears of the Bureau were realized. "Leader, it's too late! Some of the creatures have already emerged… Barbarians… at least tens of thousands of them!"
The words struck like a thunderclap. Qin Changqing's eyes widened in disbelief. Barbarians? Terrifying beyond imagination, these creatures were unlike any they had faced before. Towering warriors, each standing at least three meters tall, their hulking frames a force of nature itself.
"Their speed is unmatched," another agent added with a tremor in his voice. "With a single leap, they cover more than ten meters. They will massacre anyone in their path."
The Special Affairs Bureau agents exchanged glances, each filled with a mixture of fear and despair. These barbarians were not just warriors—they were living weapons. Even the most powerful guns they possessed could not penetrate the dense muscle tissue of their monstrous bodies. Only explosives or sniper rounds stood a chance. And even then, it was unclear whether that would be enough.
A single barbarian could wipe out a hundred men, and if tens of thousands of them were unleashed, there was no telling how much devastation they could cause.
Qin Changqing's voice was a hard edge of command. "We must hold the line at all costs. No matter the cost, we cannot let them reach the city."
At that moment, the space tunnel exploded with blinding golden light, and through the rift poured a flood of barbarian warriors. Their primitive appearance was a stark contrast to the high-tech world they had intruded upon—wearing tattered animal skins, wielding crude maces, shields, and axes, yet their sheer size and ferocity were beyond comprehension. The ground shook beneath their feet as they strode forward, an unstoppable force.
The Special Affairs Bureau agents, watching through telescopes, felt a wave of dread wash over them. They were no longer just facing alien creatures; they were confronting giants, towering beings whose very presence exuded an air of savagery and bloodlust.
"This... this is a barbarian?" one of the agents whispered in horror. "Are these the invaders?"
The others could only nod in disbelief. The creatures that emerged from the wormhole were unlike anything they had ever encountered—beasts of war, with blood-red eyes burning with hatred. Their aura was wild, untamed, and deadly.
From the heart of the barbarian horde, a seven-meter-tall general stepped forward, his voice a deep, guttural growl that reverberated through the land. "So this is the world we've come to conquer? How pitiful. The energy here is weak, and its inhabitants even weaker. This will be nothing more than a hunt for our Rock Tribe."
His words were lost on the humans, who could only watch in helpless terror as the barbarian forces began to assemble. The barbarian general sneered, his gaze sweeping over the landscape with disdain.
"Truly, the gods have smiled upon us. We are here to plunder this world, to turn its people into slaves, and take every treasure they possess," he declared. "We will crush every warrior, every fighter, and make them kneel before us."
A chorus of savage laughter erupted from the barbarian army as they echoed his words, each one filled with contempt for the weak, puny creatures they had come to dominate. "These humans are nothing more than cattle. We will slay dozens with each strike, and their blood will flow like rivers," another barbarian growled, his mace raised high in anticipation of the coming slaughter.
"Nothing can stand before us. We will show them the true meaning of power," another barbarian sneered, as they prepared for the onslaught.
The arrogance of the barbarians was staggering. In their eyes, the world they had entered was but a playground—a weak, defenseless realm to be conquered without challenge. The humans, with their frail bodies and fragile spirits, stood no chance.
The Special Affairs Bureau, witnessing the overwhelming might of the barbarians, could only brace for the storm that was about to ravage their world.